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VicentaLakin
There's a burrito salesman in front of my neighborhood every morning, with a three-wheeler and a flat pot on it. Business is always hot. There's a few queues waiting almost every day. It's too short in the morning, and I'm too lazy to wait. Actually, it's all kinds of food. You choose a bowl. He'll make you a cake. I was surprised that someone in my family had come to buy us food a few hours in the morning, that he wanted to buy it, that he was always in a sanitary state, that it seemed to suit his appetite, that it was mainly food, that when he bought it back, my little friend loved it, and that I did it to satisfy you, that it was the same pie in my pocket, that it tasted the same, that it was easier to eat, that it was easier to eat, that it didn't have to break up, that it was all over the place。
